Her Decision

Amala

Aliana

I was having trouble. I felt like I couldn’t get a grasp on reality. Was any of this real? My dad really wasn’t my dad? Jamar and I weren’t true mates? I turned over to my other side and placed one hand on my belly. I was now 12 weeks along. I couldn’t believe it still. I didn’t want a baby. I wasn’t sure I would be a good mom. I wasn’t even a good person. I closed my eyes and silently began to cry. Terrance wasn’t on the couch with me when I woke up so I had gone into one of the rooms and fallen asleep again. Now that I was awake, it felt like every emotion was hitting me at once. Alafia? Please. End my misery. I don’t want this anymore. I begged. Suddenly a white glow began to emit from the corner of the room. “You can’t create the storm and get mad when it rains my dear child.”